The Month of August

The pain in my heart grows each year in the month of August

While the sun shines and the birds chirp, I cry

I sit and wonder what it would have been like

Had he not driven his bike that day

Had he spent the day with my brother or I

Instead of drinking with his friends

I wonder why it was we weren't enough to save him for himself

The pain in my heart grows each year in the month of August

August is supposed to be a happy time

With my birthday and his in the month of August

We are supposed to celebrate life and achievement

Instead I mourn a death

I sit, year after year, at my parties and wish he would walk in

But I don't want a gift or even a card

I just want my dad back, is that so hard?

I just want one moment to hug him and tell him I love him

To ask him why we weren't enough to save him from himself

Why he choose to drink and drive instead of spending quality time with his kids

I would ask him if he is proud of all I have done

Because I always knew he would be watching, I tried to the best I could

I would ask him if he misses me, I would ask him if he missed my brother

But that won't ever happen, I am sad to say

So I sit here and wonder what it would have been like

As the pain in my heart grows watch year in the month of August